Tears. If only I had the patience and planning to bottle them! God knows when we cry, collects every tear and stores them. There is a certain relief and satisfaction in knowing our Father and King loves us so much, with great depth of caring and involvement in our every state of heart and mind. I know I can rest in this assurance of his love.

There are seasons of our lives that are close to unbearable. At times one feels alone and abandoned during such trials. Reaching out and speaking feels like a wasted effort, when those you turn to see a very different picture. As a friend put it, “my dear friends just sat there, telling how much they could see God changing my life and working through each [tragic] episode. I just wanted to scream and remind them how much pain I was in!” Her words nearly made me cry. When did we become these cold, calculating Christians, devoid of empathy or loving care?

Looking up the word Indifference on Thesaurus.com ,I came across an array of meanings that both shocked and surprised me. Here are a few of them.

Back to my friend and caring! Are we not one body? If the leg hurts, does your arm not serve a purpose in massaging away the pain. If your eyes will not look at the injured leg, does that not risk making it worse by a failed response? If the body works well against such injury, then how much more important is this within the body of Christ? Is it healthy to ignore or see past issues?

I think not, otherwise we end up with rugs piled high and dusty, mouldy issues growing right underneath them, as we try to ignore them. This is clearly not what we are called to!

A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”

What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.

But if anyone does not provide for his relatives, and especially for members of his household, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.

We are called to love. Love involves caring, not judgement or giving our perspective on the issue. This may sound strange but the world is in desperate need of God and the best way to prove He exists is through love. There is terrible pain out there and since hurt people continue to hurt others, we need less medication for the heart issues and share God’s love with others. A few kind words go a long way in building friendships, mending fences and healing the heart. You are loved more than you know. So am I. Can we go out to love a hurting world that little bit more and make a difference?